Three months passed in the blink of an eye, and the Milaginbi Mountains had gradually transformed from an uninhabited wasteland into a thriving land.
Roads had been opened, transport bustled, and villages and towns sprang up everywhere. What had once been barbaric wilderness now operated in full swing. Nobles, merchants, and adventurers alike had all left their marks upon this land.
In a broad valley, the Minotaurs' new territory had finally begun to take shape.
Dana stood before the newly built manor, surrounded by neatly enclosed wooden fences and Stone Walls. Inside, over a thousand sturdy Yellow Sheep were being raised.
Not far from the manor stood a simple yet solid stone house, towering high as a symbol of the race's foundation in its new home.
After inspecting the newly built rail line, Ang came over to check on the Minotaurs. The moment he landed, Dana excitedly rushed over, his face brimming with pride.
"Ang, our people now number over five hundred!" Dana said as he walked, patting his thick chest, his booming voice carrying a hint of excitement.
Ang raised his brows slightly and looked at him with interest. "Even if you got every female Minotaur in the tribe pregnant, it couldn't have happened this quickly, could it? Are you really that fertile?"
Dana burst into laughter, then shook his head in explanation. "They aren't newborns. All our people from Lake Grace Volcano have returned. Only Chief Herug is still staying there."
"He doesn't want to leave?" Ang asked, concern in his voice.
"No." Dana's expression turned serious. "The chief said that you've shown our Minotaurs great kindness. He is willing to remain there to guard the mineral veins for you and protect the mining teams."
Ang nodded, feeling rather moved. "Next time, have our people convey my thanks